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    “Where is he?” Jeffrey asked, his frustration growing as he stared at the empty office.


    “Jeffrey, just give it a moment. He is in an important meeting—he’ll be here in about thirty minutes,” Ronald quickly exined.


    “You’d better not be lying,” Jeffrey warned, his re sharp and unwavering, like something out of a crime drama.


    “Rx, I’m not lying. Just sit tight for a bit—I’ll go get him myself.” With that, Ronald rushed off to make a call.


    Unfortunately, Brian’s line was busy—again and again.


    Ronald then tried Rachel’s phone, but she didn’t pick up either. Ronald, pacing anxiously like a cat on a hot tin roof, didn’t notice when Tracy silently entered Brian’s office.


    Noticing her, Jeffrey’s eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Who… who are you?”


    “I’m Tracy Haynes, Mr. White’s secretary,” she introduced herself with a polite smile. “Since you’re Mr. White’s guest, I came to personally bring you some tea and check if you need anything.”


    Jeffrey’s eyes widened, his rage bubbling up again. “You… you’re the Tracy they were talking about?”


    Tracy looked up and shed a gentle smile. “Yes? What’s on your mind?”


    “I have a question for you,” Jeffrey’s voice trembled.


    Tracy’s expression remained warm. “Go ahead. What would you like to ask?”


    Jeffrey hesitated before finally voicing his concern. “What’s your rtionship with Brian White?”


    Tracy let out a light chuckle. “I’m his secretary.”


    Jeffrey’s fists clenched at his sides. “I mean outside of work.”


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    Tracy’s smile didn’t waver. “It’s strictly professional,” she replied smoothly.


    But the more she tried to convince him, the more doubtful he became. “I heard you’re dating him. Is that true?”


    For the first time, Tracy’s expression faltered, if only slightly. “My rtionship with him is personal. Don’t you think you’re prying a little too much?”


    “Then do you know… he has a fiancée? And yet you’re still with him? Don’t you feel any—any shame?”


    Jeffrey’s voice shook as he spoke—his usual habit when upset. Exactly what Tracy had hoped for.


    The moment she met him, she had a strong suspicion about who he was. She had heard whispers about Rachel’s autistic brother—the one who stuttered. And now, hearing him, she was sure of it.


    She just needed to push him a little further, make him lose control. That would be her opening.


    Tracy smirked. “Oh, I know all about it. Brian and his fiancée already ended things. He and I? We go way back—childhood sweethearts, first loves. It’s all perfectly normal. So tell me, why should I feel ashamed?”


    Tracy’s voice was steady, every word deliberate.


    “You im they broke up? Where’s the proof?”


    Tracy calmly pulled out a business card. “They were supposed to try their wedding outfitsst week, but they canceled it. Don’t believe me? This is that boutique’s number. Go ahead, ask them yourself.”


    Jeffrey, always skeptical, immediately pulled out his phone and made a call. Momentster, his expression darkened with disappointment. “See? I wasn’t lying, was I?” Tracy’s voice was filled with mock innocence.


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